unloved and weeded out

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And I cannot stop shaking because you cannot stop shaking

and these chords they are trembling because your words they are bleeding

And these holes in my hands are for you, just for you

She called out to her maker to now be her savior

My love, these holes in my hands are for you, just for you

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